He watched, stunned, as a tendril of this prismatic smoke drifted away from his arm. It didn't dissipate. It extended outward, moving with a purpose, stretching across the furs touching the sleeping woman.
Sol held his breath. "Don't kill her, don't kill her..."
The energy didn't hurt her. It was sunk into her skin.
He watched with a mix of horror and fascination as the prismatic strand seeped into her pores, diving deep into her flesh. And as he continued staring, he found that most of the energy radiating from her began to recede, evaporating into the air, but that specific strand... it stayed.
He looked carefully, squinting in the gloom. The energy wasn't just touching her; it was merging with her. It twisted and curled, knitting itself into her aura, becoming a permanent part of her existence.
It looked like a root taking hold in soil. Or a brand searing into hide.
